The Vomitorium of Ophelia Cobain

Today I decided
While I dusted empty spaces,
I would very much rather
Sit cross-legged in front of you,
Gently kissing your hands,
Watching your shifting eyes
And your guarded smile,
As you ask what you did
To deserve a girl like me.

I’ve forgotten.

The Pagan

I want to bloom, self-destruct,
Reappear in your room.
Right the wrongs of your hands
And write words of your moon.

Your name in my veins
And my words are in vain
A pound of my flesh just
To feel you again

I will sink through your sheets
And I’d sink into sleep
And you and the gods will
Debate my release

Miles and miles of our worlds
Writ in bile
It convulses my body
And shoots from inside

In the sputtering breaths
As I leave for your eyes:

“Please don’t find me.
Please don’t find me.”

Experiments in Mountain Climbing

As of today it’s 3 weeks.
3 weeks and 3 days left.
3 weeks left of my emotional Jenga
hoping our friendship defies God,

Planning my words till we fall to the floor
As our friends and families yell “JENGA” around us
Like they’re goddamn comedians and snowflakes
And they leave without cleaning us up

And I know that you hate when I do this
When I’m Taylor Swift meets bad Sylvia Plath
But all that I’ve said is “I want to die”
I never said you were the one who provoked me

And I know you’re not backing me on guitar now,
Because you can’t air out our sexy laundry.
You always liked sexy laundry when I wore it for you,
But now the smell of your cigarettes is out.

So now I’m up here as half of a whole,
But maybe you’re out in the crowd.
Maybe you’re smiling, and I’ll know by your braces.
Maybe you’re in the back getting drunk,

Telling people at the bar you don’t know who I am.
Or maybe you’re sitting in your dorm room,
With this ordeal streaming live and a pillow for me
On the bed where you hog all the goddamn sheets.

My Dress Is Now My Flag

Tear the petals
Hear the proof
Tear the petals
Fear the truth

And my bouquet
Falls to dirt.

Drop the veil
Fade to black
Drop the veil
Take it back

And my bouquet
Falls to dirt.

Don’t seek me out
My footprints lie
True love does
not live here

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

Maybe I Shouldn’t Take Everything So Seriously, She Said.

Oh no, I had a heart
Grew too tall and fell apart
Collapse and rust, fell into dust
Why do I always write limericks?

Madonna

Burn me like a witch
Hang me like a painting
Those who cry the loudest
Are not the ones worth saving

When hemophilia
Stains your sheets and
Paints everyone you kiss then
You can cry my tears

I’ve created Hell a
Million times over and
I have seen others I’d
Never dare to dream of

Every word I choke burns
My esophagus and lungs
I can never sink and rest since
My knees weren’t made to pray.

I’ve lived my own Hell a
Million times over and
I have seen others I’d
Never dare to speak of

The only ones that call for Hell
Are the ones who must go back

A World of No Light

Let this universe collapse
Let it bleed out and suffer
How corrupt and vile a thing
That would tear us apart

The beauty of young love
Is finite and cruel
If there’s such a thing as just
Why can’t you hold my hand?

A rabid dog is shot
Limbs that rot are torn off
So too a diseased world must end
If not a world I can share with you

But still I crawl into the earth
Let flowers grow from my shell
So this world may see some light
So you may see light and smile